Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!

Chapter 208: Drugged!

Chapter 208: Drugged! Riven remained by the food table, savouring the rich flavours of the Lion Kingdom’s delicacies. He was going to miss these when he eventually went back to Ronan or Soren, though they wouldn’t mind acquiring these items for him. Just as Riven reached for another pastry, Lady Seraphina approached him again. He tensed slightly, recalling their earlier interaction, but her demeanour seemed more composed this time.

"Representative of the Wolf Clan," she said, handing him a glass of wine, "I hope you’re enjoying your stay in our kingdom."

Riven glanced at Leon, who was still engaged with the officials, then back at Seraphina. Unsure of the proper etiquette, he accepted the glass and took a polite sip.

Seraphina watched him intently, then insisted, "Please, finish it. Otherwise its considered an insult here."

Riven hesitated, feeling the pressure of the situation. Before he could respond, Leon appeared beside him, smoothly taking the glass from Riven’s hand.

"Apologies," Leon said, downing the wine in one go. "My guest is a lightweight. I’ll take it on his behalf."

Seraphina raised an eyebrow but said nothing, turning to mingle with other guests.

Leon turned to Riven, a smirk on his face. "Consider that my way of saying thanks for all your help. Now we’re even."

Riven frowned, the words stinging more than he expected. Weren’t they friends by now? Why did Leon still talk about favours being owed?

He looked at Leon,

A few people looked at him like he’d grown a second head. There were murmurs—who was he to be giving orders?

Riven’s jaw tightened. This was going to get messy—

But before he could say anything else, Lady Seraphina’s voice cut through the murmuring crowd.

"Well," she said, walking forward gracefully, wine glass in hand, "it is getting quite late, isn’t it? Let’s not overstay our welcome. I’m sure His Highness will want some rest after such a grand evening."

Her voice was smooth, polite, and laced with that matriarchal authority these women respected.

The tension broke almost instantly. One by one, the officials nodded and exchanged farewells before beginning to file out, their steps clicking against the polished ballroom floor.

Riven nodded his thanks to Seraphina, though he didn’t fully trust her. Not after earlier.

Once the room had cleared out, Riven turned back to Leon, who had now given up on the buttons and was straight-up tugging at his sleeves like they were trying to strangle him.

"You’re really testing my patience tonight, Your Highness," Riven muttered, slinging Leon’s arm over his shoulder.

Leon mumbled something incoherent and leaned on Riven more than he probably realised. He was burning up. The guy wasn’t drunk—this felt different. Whatever was in that wine, it had to be something strong or unnatural.

Riven looked toward the grand hallway that led to the royal chambers, then back toward the hall that led to his own room. The King’s wing was too far. Leon wouldn’t make it without collapsing or doing something stupid like stripping in front of the guards.

"My room it is," Riven sighed.

He shifted Leon’s weight and hurried down the hall, dragging the half-delirious lion along. The guards gave them a couple of weird looks, but no one stopped them. After all, Riven was the so-called representative from the Wolf Clan. And more importantly, Leon didn’t seem to mind clinging to him like bark on a tree.

As they reached Riven’s room and stumbled inside, Leon immediately tried to shrug off the rest of his jacket. "I’m gonna melt..." He groaned, dropping heavily onto the bed, halfway undressed.

Riven closed the door and locked it behind him. "Just don’t puke on the sheets."

Leon groaned in response and flopped onto his back. Riven sighed, brushing a hand through his hair, trying to make sense of what just happened.

First, the wine. Then the weird tension with Seraphina. And now Leon was acting like he was drugged.

Something was off. Very off.

"Wait- AH!"